I can

I can feel the sharp lines of the pavement pressing into my palms as I throw myself into a flip to bring about the cheers of conformity and obedience.

I can taste the blood of the bitten lips, scarred and tender from both disuse and misuse.

I can hear the strangled cries, tormented by self inflicted agony and torn by self despising mutilation.

I can discern the low buzzing vibrating its vindictive way through the chilling ambiance; rich with gossip and nourishing deception.

I can smell the cold concrete walls and the piercing vinyl floor; the air dry from desperation and relentlessness.

I can find myself disorientated and shaken; tucked away within the devastating corners of my mind, unbelieving and contemplating.

I can watch as the world falls apart at my feet; uncoiling and expanding out its inexorable claws.

I can only linger by and absorb humanity fabricating their own eventual destruction.

I can only feel helpless and insignificant as every gain becomes a loss.